Category: Mirrors
Occasional reflections. Unreliable mirrors. Please do not trust. Perhaps, do trust. I think the person looking back is making it up as she goes, and honestly? Same. Interpret at your own risk.
food doesn’t work
There’s a kind of girl I want to be. Weightless. Beyond needing anything at all. Food ruins that fantasy. It’s control. It’s about sculpting myself into something that doesn’t hunger, that doesn’t need. There’s something sacred in the idea of being empty, of resisting the body’s calls. Like if I could just say no long… I wanna read more
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